Haunted House (Plague)
Shelby
11-01-2020, 10:31 PM
His attempt to bring the unnerving doll took an unintended turn as his attempts to carefully remove it from its strings went awry and he sent it clattering to the ground. He looked at it and even though he logically knew it was an inanimate object, he still felt an uneasy chill settle over him. A rattling above him made his skin crawl and he looked up to see the other puppets swinging wildly above him despite the fact that the air around him was still perfectly still. He knew he had to get out and fast, but his muscles were locked up as he watched the dolls above him swing to and fro. A sharp pain near his hip finally broke him out of the trance and he went running for the door, his long limbs carrying him like a bat out of hell as he escaped the room he had wandered into. Fuck trying to prove all of this to anyone who might ask - he wasn't sticking around to see what else these puppets could do. His adrenaline induced haze sent him down an unknown staircase at the end of the hallway and he didn't stop until he was on the lower level of the mansion once again. He panted hard from the sudden bolting run and he gritted his teeth as he realized just how hard that puppet had hit him. He twisted to looked at his right hip, glad to see that he at least wasn't bleeding or cut. It was certainly sore though and was at least a deep bruise if not more. Now that his heart had slowly begun to come down from the initial fright, he took a look around at the room he had landed himself in. There was a huge, dark wood table ahead of him and cabinets that lined the walls. He crept forward, approaching everything with an extra dose of caution after how his last room exploration had gone. He approached the table and his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the unusual carcass that sat as the centerpiece. He couldn't even tell what kind of creature it had once been and while it looked far from fresh, it was still somehow not rotting either. The same disembodied voice from before came to hime once again and made his ear flick - "Find me." He grit his teeth and despite his initial refusal to give in to whatever spirit clearly lingered in this place, he found himself not wanting to anger it again. He turned away from the table and began his search, throughly combing the room though the cabinets and turning the room upside down in an effort to find it... whatever it was. After a while his frustration and the continued insistence of this strange voice drew him to climb on top of the table. He looked around the room just in case there was some corner he might have missed. His emerald gaze landed on the unidentifiable corpse again and that uneasy chill came over him again when he realized that the voice pushing him onward grew louder in that moment. He made a brief glance toward the door, but now he was invested in satisfying this damn thing. Turning his attention toward the disgusting thing, he steeled himself and resumed his search, carefully poking through the mangled corpse. |
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